C150 (1/2)

After checking his pulse, Zhan Xiaolou's smile disappeared. The fever had subsided.

”Has he retreated?” Ah Heng asked carefully.

”That's right, your young master has survived this ordeal. He will never have this disease again.”

”Then it's completely fine? Is everything okay? ” A'Heng was still worried.

Zhan Xiaolou took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine chest and poured a pill out before opening it and helping Cheng Xi up. A man with good judgement, Ah Heng, had already passed the water over and watched Zhan Xiaolou feed the pill to him.

”It's really much better now, young master can swallow this pill by himself.” A'Heng's tone was filled with unconcealable joy.

”But …” He scrutinized his master and realized a problem, ”Why hasn't young master woken up yet? Didn't you say we were done? ”

Zhan Xiaolou helplessly sighed. He only said that his fever was gone, he didn't say that he was cured!

”His fever is gone, but his life is not in danger.” ”I'll have to wait a little longer to wake up.”

With that, he turned around and picked up the medicine box from the table and walked out.

”I'll go prepare another prescription.”

News of the loss of the protons from Canghai quickly spread.

In the hospital.

”It's just that the fever has subsided, it can't be said that it's cured. This disease can't be cured!”

”She's too arrogant. Let's see how she disgraces herself.”

”This disease is strange, maybe this fever is just a afterglow!”

The imperial physicians discussed noisily.

Ever since Battling Little Lou became famous, the first thing that came to mind after the royal family fell ill was War Little Lou.

The hospital had become almost a decoration.